My tongue chains meI return, after a generation, to you.I am at the end of my tether.Aspirations for you, and many other things of lifeunassuaged –I falter, stumble. Speak a tired language wrenched from its slumber, Yet, my teeth, palate, lips still new. …And so, it eventually happened, I made myself an expert in farewells. … Continue reading Return of a Lost Soul